Posted Tue Feb 2, 2016 | 123 Words | Tagged story drone

The mask is pulled over your face. Feeling like a weight over your mind, a ton of bricks have been poured over that mind of yours you seem to treasure so much.

Your body too, covered in rubber. Yes, black shiny rubber. That’s how it should be. Black and shiny.

That mind in there. What do you see in the mirror? Even if you sit down in front of it. A drone is sitting back and looking back at itself right? Drones don’t worry about who they are and what they aren’t. They just do as their told. That’s all that floats around in that mind. So much easier to focus on one thing.

All you are now. A drone. Ready for commands.